My cheeks flush, my hands immediately traveling from my mouth over to them. The distance between us isn't as close as it usually is and that makes me kind of shocked.
I manage to say, the lump in my throat making it hard to talk at all. What is this thing I'm feeling? Why do I feel so embarrassed and nervous?
The half smile plastered on Harry's plump lips turns into a grin, flashing his bright green eyes, his hands stuffed into his pockets as we both stand there frozen.
"Excuse me, are you Ms. Drake?"
A middle aged man pops his head in between Harry and I, a grin on his face as he politely asks me.
I immediately look his way and simply say, nodding with the smile which I hadn't been able to get rid off for the past minute or so.
"Great.. I believe the event will be starting in less than an hour.."
His eyes travel towards the wrists watch wrapped around his hand and continues.
"In twenty five minutes to be exact"
He finally looks up at me, his brows raised as if he seems unsure.
My eyes unintentionally land on Harry, his eyes pinned on me but I immediately focus back at the gentleman and I nod, smiling.
I can't say I'm not dying in the inside. I don't know if my aunt is gonna show up but I hope she does. An hour ago I was certain but now I'm just doubting everything. I'm frightened.
The man disappears, all my attention going back on the extremely attractive boy standing in front of me.
"Do you think my aunt is gonna show?"
I nervously ask, and look down at my fingers to start chewing on my nails but I realize that they're done and pretty so I can't ruin it. Ugh why.
"Yeah she will.. Don't worry"
Harry reassuringly says, a smile plastered on his face.
I look down to the marble floor, shifting in my spot and lick my lips. I real felt awkward and I couldn't think of anything to say. That never happens with a guy like Harry.
"I just hope she'll be here by the time the party starts.. Why won't she answer any of my messages or calls?"
I annoyingly ask, checking the screen of my phone once more to see if there is any news about my invisible aunt but no.
Harry definitely senses the nervousness and he steps closer to me, his fingers wrapped around my wrists, lightly shaking my hands to get my attention.
"Chill.. I'm sure she wouldn't want to miss a party she planned"
He chuckles and let's go of my hands, letting them drop to my sides again and I just flash a smile not able to say anything else.
"I need to go upstairs one last time before the guests arrive"
I imply, looking back to the elevator I had existed from earlier and once I look back, Harry is walking away looking at a tall girl with an extremely short dress and all I do is laugh and shake my head.
With that, I rush towards the elevator, my dress going everywhere. Once I check my phone, it's 5:45 which means that the guests will be arriving in fifteen minutes.
I hop into the elevator, panting as I watch the numbers change every two seconds and the doors open once it's the level I'm in.
I lift my dress, running to my hotel room, my heels loudly clicking but I try to ignore it. I use the card to unlock the door and once I hear a beep sound, I'm in.
I shut the door behind me, slowing down as I walk towards the mirror, checking if my makeup or hair is ruined but luckily it's not.
As I'm looking at myself in the mirror, I remember my parents. If they were here, I wouldn't be this nervous. My mom would probably help with my dress, make up and hair and my dad would plan the whole thing.
I walk to the bed, plopping down on it and that's when I feel tears forming in my eyes. I try to fight back but it doesn't help. A tear slowly rolls down my face, making it's way through the make up patted and smudged on my face.
I sniffle and grab a tissue, tapping on the wet line, careful not to ruin my make up.
I miss my parents. I miss them so much. And I love my aunt, I really do but she could never replace my parents. She could never even replace one. And I don't blame her, my parents were amazing.
Sighing, I glance over at my phone and I'm not surprised when I only get a Facebook notification. If my aunt doesn't show up for this, I'm gonna kill someone. My eyes travel to the time on the top and it's only seven minutes again.
Forcing myself to get to my feet, I sniffle once more and walk towards the door, reaching for the card. Once I get it, I walk out, making sure to lock the door behind me.
I gently grab a strain of curly hair from the back and place it over my right shoulder, walking towards the elevator.
Waiting for the elevator to reach the level I was in was like waiting for titanic to sink. It took like more than an hour to go down.
Sighing, I tap my feet on the ground, my heel making it difficult. Once I see the elevator doors open, I smile and rush in, pressing the button to G.
I wait impatiently to get down before my guests arrive and once we're down, I hop out, lifting my dress for the billionth time. Walking to no where, I look around hoping to spot my aunt or Harry but I see none.
I lick my lips, walking to where my party will be held. It looks amazing.. Round tables with nice table clothes, fancy chairs, childish balloons, a small stage, a dj set, lights and a million plates and glasses.
My attention goes from the area to a group of noisy people and one I look back, I face a group of strangers with presents in their hands. I fake a shocked look, my hands coming up to my face to cover my mouth in 'shock'.
I can't say I'm not proud of how many people Harry managed to invite and once they all hug me and rush to the seats, the whole place is almost full.
I look over to the table full of presents and I purse my lips. I don't like presents. I never did and never will. I just don't get the whole purpose of giving or receiving presents.
My eyes travel away from the presents to find Harry walking to me. I smile, showing my teeth and he chuckles, his hands still stuffed in his pockets like when he left and once we are close enough I shockingly pull him into a hug.
I can smell the strong scent of his cologne, my chin resting on his shoulder as he hugs back, his hands wrapped around my waist.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you"
I mumble, although in my head all I'm thinking of is where my aunt is. I pull away from the surprise hug, looking behind Harry to see if my aunt is here but no.
"Sure... You alright, love?"
His voice trails off from sure once he sees the nervous and disappointed look on my face.
"Yeah.. I just have to make a call"
I mumble and nod, a smile on my lips as I tap him on the chest and walk past him.
Once I cross the area and am in front of the main entrance, I pull out my phone from my white purse, clicking it shut and look at the screen of the device. Nothing.
Sighing, I unlock the phone and click on call. Once I find aunt Mary in the list of my contacts, I don't hesitate to call and when I'm sure that it has started the call, I put to close to my ear and wait impatiently.
After a few beeps, I'm surprised when I hear a faint sound in the background.
"Aunt Mary! I've called you a hundred times! Where are you?"
I concerningly say, trying to be polite and seem angry at the same time.
"Ariana! I'm so sorry! I can't make it! Looks like I booked a ticket for the next day!"
She laughs, sounding nervous.
My blood starts to boil and my heart stops beatings. I can't take this. Why did she do this to me?
"What? But you promised"
I manage to say through the tears that now flooded my face.
"I'm sorry, darling. It's not my fault! I actually wanted to c-"
She lies and that's when I hang up the phone, stuffing it in my purse.
I stare out blankly into the distance, tears uncontrollably streaming down my wet cheeks and I stay quiet not able to say or do anything.
She set up and party and missed it? She does this every year. But this year she set me up with this stupid party. I can't believe this. Or her.
I sniffle, my brows frowned as I wipe my tears off aggressively not caring of my make up getting ruined. I don't want to go to this party anyways.
I make my decision and turn to walk away. I look down, avoiding any eye contact with anyone and try to get to the elevator as soon as possible.
"Where are you going?"
Harry shouts from the distance, his voice filled with concern and confusion but I look away, ignoring him.
I felt ashamed. I made him ask a bunch of people to come a lame party the girl he sleeps with was throwing. And he dressed up so well and appropriately and now it's just all ruined.
As I click away with my heels towards the elevator, my cheeks soaked up, I hear quick footsteps approach me.
I cover my face with my hands, embarrassed as I wait for the elevator doors to open.
"Hey.. What's going on?"
The same British voice speaks, panting and I turn around, throwing my hands in the air. The look on his face explains how surprised he was when he noticed I was crying.
"She's not coming"
I sniffle, wiping my tears away and hear the elevator doors finally open. Without giving Harry a chance to say anything, I run in, pressing the button to close the door over and over again.
I hear him yell, placing his hands between the doors to push over but he soon pulls them back once he realizes that they aren't going to open.
Once I'm sure that they are closed and the elevator is going up, I collapse to the floor, my dress spreading on the floor of the elevator as I sob into my hands.
Once I hear a bell ringing, I force myself to get up and walk out of the doors like the girl from the bride corpse.
Sobbing quietly, I find my door and once I unlock it, I slam the door harshly behind me, collapsing onto the bed with my head into the sheets, soaking it all with my tears and mascara.
I feel so disappointed in myself for believing that she was going to come. Why would I expect so much from a person that was never there for me physically? I'm so stupid.
I hear a knock on the door, my head shooting up and I shut my mouth, avoiding any sobs form escaping.
"Ariana, open up! It's Harry!"
A familiar voice yells from the other side of the door, continuously knocking. I sigh and drop my face back into the sheets. Why is he here?